mstrace


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mstrace
City: California
Country: United States
Joined: May 2008

I love the architecture of the written word…its beauty, its ugliness, its soul. I write to release the inner voices.

In a FANTASY LIFE…I am a guitar player with a soulful voice that loves to sing in lounges, dive bars, and pubs. I have an encyclopediac knowledge of the film industry and swoon over the Wachowski brothers, Keanu Reeves, and movies made from Marvel comics. My boyfriend is a biker with a soft-side who reads classic literature, loves my poetry and paints on canvas things so beautiful I weep. He sings made-up corny lyrics to old melodies in the morning while I growl for my 1st cup of coffee. He “experiments” in the kitchen and has a mutt from the pound named Sugar. He dances when nobody is looking. I write him love letters in Latin and he spends a week deciphering them. When we do nothing but sit on the couch together he always has my body cupped under his arm and, every now and again, bends down to kiss the top of my head.

Enuf of that. Read. Comment. Carry on.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. Ray Bradbury

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin

Books are the fire to frozen souls. ~mstrace

When a writer starts with one truth, they have offered us the world ~butchart

Journal Entries

An Invitation for Pleasure...and for Pain

Posted 3 months ago, 4 comments so far.

A Thank You Never Given

Posted 8 months ago, 20 comments so far.

Happy Under a Chinaberry Tree

Posted 9 months ago, 10 comments so far.

My Friend, a Baby Lost, And oh yeah...F**k Fate

Posted 9 months ago, 5 comments so far.

Minutiae Ass

Posted 10 months ago, 63 comments so far.

Come See!

Posted 10 months ago, 5 comments so far.

Melodic Inspiration!!

Posted about 1 year ago, 3 comments so far.

I'm Feeling...yes I'm feeling

Posted about 1 year ago, 6 comments so far.

Writing

I Taste, I Burn, I Count

every / single / time / I wake in a sweat / with the ghost of you inside me

Wordless Ghosts Speak to Me in the Language of Jasmine

...clinging to his wordless silhouette

Hey Dad, I'm 40

You embed your trust into an anvil and tie it to my guts.

Lost Are the Words as Buried Treasure

they’d glisten / like juice, like rubies / daring to be found / but they’re gone / like a crevice in my flesh / gone

Regret is a Storm Word

heavy-lidded and craving another and another and another / wild orbital swing, at the center of you.

SFDPH...blah blah blah

Because I crave the crave it creates in my fingers / it’s that dark need for a muse / the search for signs of life / inside myself / inside others

Watchlist

  • Michael Alesich
  • Leith O'Malley
  • rubyjo
  • Nataly  B. Basave
  • Richie Francis
  • Chris White